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Correct Kool Is Back Lyrics
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Boy come on get with this, cause you can't diss this I'm burnin yo' ass like syphillis A fast brother you're just a lover with a sore hand I freeze mc's as if Frosty the Snowman No man withstands the pain I bring So face a hellraise of cut, like a laser Polo plays a part, inside the arts, I grab charts Start to break you apart, so get smart You cry for help, knowin you felt, the rhyme Makin the track melt, Polo drops like a black belt Mc's are grounded, pounded down, astound They rounded up, pounds of sounds, but I drowned them Surround to check the tape, and play when rate too great Related too late, I demonstrate fate I'm fast and, passin the stage of an assassin Massacre, in a mash I start blastin Fury article, periodicial Blowin up all the cools and molecules, here read the articles Everytime I build the plan and killed the man Mc's got smoked without a filter and Skunked them up like marijuana Terminator of data and your rhymes is Sarah Conner You can't rip out, rap up, slip up, slap up Cause you're trapped up, to get capped up Play the back of this here scenery You clowns'll get broke down like machinery I bring trouble on the double, bust you like a bubble Hardrocks get crushed into rubble The gates of hell open wide to scope in And I'm hopin, you're brought to the Pope and The holy bible when you made your arrival Now the name of the game is survival The result isn't real difficult to strategy I'm _Stayin Alive_ like John Travolta My rhymes are gettin hotter, I gotta Round to allow clowns like a Globetrotter So I'ma give you the hell that you brought me in I'm a king with the sting of a scorpion I just follow your footprint, trace track and blackout You better shout to get a rap out What I arrange invented, it's strange demented The range, be changed when I entered A stage of furious rage when I had this madness Badness, you felt sadness Raps are brave and outrageous; all those Chicken rhymes you written should be put in the Yellow Pages I stand tall, play the wall, and watch dem brain stall And wet yo' ass like rainfall I think you need a replacement, you're illin Call that buildin boy, you're still in the basement A brain cell swells to jam like a pelican Fresh out of breath, death left you a skeleton I'm gonna need your full cooperation This is a matter of life and death operation To ease a man in the siege of surgery Of bein done without anesthesia Go slow, hell no, I let the beat kick And I get wicked like the Witches of Eastwick I'm not soft, I kill suckers off Disarmin it, bombim it, off in a coffin You get struck, and just like a motherfuckin duck And plucked and shit out of luck and fucked Designated to self-destruct Knocked around like a hockey puck K-double-O-L-G-are-A-P, N-O M-C plays me You wish your name had a G but to be A badder G boy you gotta play with strategy Top rankin, thinkin ability, memory bankin But instead you're just sinkin I attack like a pack of whacked out maniacs G. Rap's back
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